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Update on the Roomie
Feb. 19th, 2002 02:25 pm[2/19/2002 11:25:14 AM ]
I'm not going to say things are settled down a little bit.
But they may be.
The Tim issue is still awaiting its exciting conclusion. Our wayward roomie never came home that night, so the next day Eric just changed the locks, and sent Tim an email explaining why. Tim called soon after and spoke to Eric,
apologizing profusely for the missing items, saying he thought it was one of his friends, but he wanted to take responsibility for it and replace the liquor and the money. He was coming over Monday to work it all out. I asked him to make it Tuesday-- I wasn't cancelling attending Clarity's last Salon so I could catch up with this schmuck. I packed up Sunday PM and headed for Rockland. Man, did I need a break!
I spent Sunday alternating between acetic meditation at Bill & Saskia's and luscious lounging at Dana's. We talked and lounged and commiserated, and she demonstrated great forbearance by letting me ramble on about nothing,
under the influence of some fine Ravenwood 99 Zin. We talked about friends and movies and work and time spent on the boats, and told our favorite 'ohshit' stories and gossipped about the captains. The steam just blew off while we talked, until I leant back, feeling calm and smiley. The therapeutic value of intense yakking has yet to be estimated, but I'll go with a really lot.
Dana worked a half day Monday, so I spent it in Rockland, visitng Harry and Anice. Sometimes they're busy, but this time they weren't, and they invited me in for coffee. We talked and caught up, and once again the act of
comfortable conversation lowered my stress level. Sometimes we don't talk about anything much, but sometimes we don't have to. It's more important, maybe, just to be with familiar people, whom you feel you *could* talk about
anything with. And maybe lately that's been a valuable commodity.
PM I got back to Dana's, and commenced receiving instruction in the fine art of sushi making, which, she emphasized to me, she does not actually engage in. "I know how to do sushi well enough to get thrown out of a Japanese kitchen." she explained. I told her that should be the name of her class: "Dana's Sushi: How to Get Thrown Out of a Japanese Kitchen". She thought it would bring in a lot of business (not!) :D
The last Salon was as beautiful as we could have hoped. There was much elbow-rubbing, and much garlicky butter, bread, salad, lasagna, and of course lovely desserts that weren't garlicky at all, including a bouquet of chocolate cupcakes, each iced with a single pink rose, a la Lenie's incredible talents. Dana overcame her aversion to crowds and stayed late(yay!) and Annie came too(YAY!), and much visiting, playing, talking, listening, singing and reading of poetry was engaged in by all. Got back way late, didn't care, and got to my assignment on time today. I'm working in the city codes dept for a couple of weeks. Nice folks.
I'm not going to say things are settled down a little bit.
But they may be.
The Tim issue is still awaiting its exciting conclusion. Our wayward roomie never came home that night, so the next day Eric just changed the locks, and sent Tim an email explaining why. Tim called soon after and spoke to Eric,
apologizing profusely for the missing items, saying he thought it was one of his friends, but he wanted to take responsibility for it and replace the liquor and the money. He was coming over Monday to work it all out. I asked him to make it Tuesday-- I wasn't cancelling attending Clarity's last Salon so I could catch up with this schmuck. I packed up Sunday PM and headed for Rockland. Man, did I need a break!
I spent Sunday alternating between acetic meditation at Bill & Saskia's and luscious lounging at Dana's. We talked and lounged and commiserated, and she demonstrated great forbearance by letting me ramble on about nothing,
under the influence of some fine Ravenwood 99 Zin. We talked about friends and movies and work and time spent on the boats, and told our favorite 'ohshit' stories and gossipped about the captains. The steam just blew off while we talked, until I leant back, feeling calm and smiley. The therapeutic value of intense yakking has yet to be estimated, but I'll go with a really lot.
Dana worked a half day Monday, so I spent it in Rockland, visitng Harry and Anice. Sometimes they're busy, but this time they weren't, and they invited me in for coffee. We talked and caught up, and once again the act of
comfortable conversation lowered my stress level. Sometimes we don't talk about anything much, but sometimes we don't have to. It's more important, maybe, just to be with familiar people, whom you feel you *could* talk about
anything with. And maybe lately that's been a valuable commodity.
PM I got back to Dana's, and commenced receiving instruction in the fine art of sushi making, which, she emphasized to me, she does not actually engage in. "I know how to do sushi well enough to get thrown out of a Japanese kitchen." she explained. I told her that should be the name of her class: "Dana's Sushi: How to Get Thrown Out of a Japanese Kitchen". She thought it would bring in a lot of business (not!) :D
The last Salon was as beautiful as we could have hoped. There was much elbow-rubbing, and much garlicky butter, bread, salad, lasagna, and of course lovely desserts that weren't garlicky at all, including a bouquet of chocolate cupcakes, each iced with a single pink rose, a la Lenie's incredible talents. Dana overcame her aversion to crowds and stayed late(yay!) and Annie came too(YAY!), and much visiting, playing, talking, listening, singing and reading of poetry was engaged in by all. Got back way late, didn't care, and got to my assignment on time today. I'm working in the city codes dept for a couple of weeks. Nice folks.
